Love Proof

By Moisa Ware

The true story of one person's  journey to understanding the power of Unconditional Love and achieve true happiness. Sharing the lessons learned for anyone and everyone who wants a different perspective on dating, relationships, faith,  family, sex while dispelling a lot of misconceptions.  The best relationship guide wrapped in a Love story with some good music along the way...and that's not even the purpose of the book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Moisa Ware
• Release date: Jan 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215272800

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE 

Love Story

(Taylor Swift, 2008)

I'm pretty sure that I'm supposed to tell you a story.  A story of one man's journey to understand unconditional Love. This story contains lessons in dating, relationships, life and faith for our main character, so maybe some of these lessons can help you as well.  If you don't feel like learning anything, that's fine.  Hopefully, you'll find the story entertaining and maybe gain another perspective on some things.  I didn't write this story.  This story is written by Love and I am just here to share this story of Love with Love.  Just like most stories, our main character has to hit rock bottom to learn a valuable lesson.  Unfortunately for our main character in this story, there are a lot of lessons to be learned.  Therefore, our main character had to hit rock bottom multiple times.  To make matters worse, our main character is incredibly stubborn.  Thus he has to repeat some of the lessons multiple times.  Which is all well and good in a fictional story, but these are 100% true facts about our main character's life.  I never auditioned to be in this story, but I somehow landed the leading role.  Since, I had to hit rock bottom multiple times, I technically landed the role a couple of times and my ass has the bruises to prove it.  Well, my daddy always said,'' A hard head makes for a soft ass".  Maybe one day, I'll figure out what he meant by that.  Did I mention our main character is stubborn?

I must admit, playing the main character in this story was quite fun.  I say it was fun because at this point in the story, our main character has to endure a test of faith as he waits to see if he will be with the only woman he will ever Love.  Yes, I said at this point in the story, writing this book is my test of faith.  Spoiler alert!  If you haven't figured it out yet, the story I'm about to share with all of you, ends with the main character writing a book about the lessons he learned in the story, which is the story you're about to read.  It's The Never-Ending Story, which just gave away my age but also makes a lot of sense.  This is not the first story that Love has given to us over the years.  It most certainly will not be the last.  Since this story is a first hand account of factual and verifiable events, I've taken the liberty of adding color commentary.  I'm going to share some of the lessons that I learned from my perspective.  By no means, am I special in any way.  I realize that this book is more than just another advice book on dating and relationships.  If you do not agree with some, any or all of my assessments encased within, it makes no difference to me.  I'm not here to change anyone's beliefs, just doing what I believe I am supposed to do.  And who couldn't use some solid dating and relationship advice?

Our main character understands the need for a test of faith.  To truly Love someone takes an amount of faith, plus anything worth having takes effort.  And what he desires is truly worth the effort, but writing a book is quite excruciating.  First of all, I am in no way an author.  I can't even decide which grammatical point of view to use.  Now, I just might keep switching between first and third person because I find it hilarious.  Not only am I not an author, I hate to write.  I hated writing papers in school.  I would never get a job that involved paperwork or filling out reports.  Both my parents were police officers, and I didn't want to follow in their footsteps mainly due to the fact that they had to fill out reports when they got home.  A job with paperwork is bad enough, but a job with homework?  I'll pass.  I even hate filling out forms.  I don't want to change jobs just because I don't want to fill out an application or update my resume.  Secondly, I can't type and dyslexic slightly am I.  So, the true happy ending of this book will be when I have completed this task.

Maybe I have been using the third person to disassociate myself from my actions.  I am the main character in this story, but I never claimed to be the hero.  This compilation of my mistakes is intended to prevent you from making the same mistakes that I have made over the years.  I am in no way an expert, nor am I even that great of a human being.  Perhaps that's why I am supposed to share this story in my words.  I'm not a sanctimonious asshole, just a normal everyday asshole.  Which is the last reason I'm not so excited about this task.  I'm about to put a lot of my business in the street for anyone to read.  Though I really don't care what people think about me, it's still very scary and embarrassing.  Especially, since my mother will most likely be reading this.  Actually, I'll just leave out a few chapters in her copy of this book.  If you happen to run into her, please don't tell her.

Saying this book is my purpose in life might be going too far, but saying that I was compelled to write this would not be going far enough.  I knew that I was supposed to write a book.  Well, I had a belief that this was the direction that I needed to go.  Ironically, I used to jokingly say I should write a book for years.  I was never serious about it.  Aside from the reasons I have previously listed, I am efficiently lazy.  I'm not sure where I heard that term.  I would like to think I coined it, but I doubt it.  All this means is, I don't like to expend unnecessary energy.  I like to work as accurately and efficiently as possible.  I have no desire to work longer and harder than needed to complete the task at hand.  This would also include having to redo a task, which I am finding out is basically the opposite of editing a book.  More specifically, I said I should write two books on two different topics.  It seems that I was able to cover both topics in this one book.  See efficiently lazy, is what I would say if I actually wrote this story.  Some of the thoughts that went into this book started when I was a child.  If I started having these thoughts for years, and my life has basically played out in a way that I am able to express these thoughts to a larger audience, which culminated into this book, then would this be my purpose?  That question is debatable, but I say I was compelled because I don't know a better word to use.

There are other words that may more accurately fit but I don't want people to get the wrong connotation and misconstrue this book for something it's not.  Especially since I am writing this based on faith.  There have been signs that this was the right decision, or we can call them unlikely coincidences, if that suits your perspective better.  For instance, I knew when I decided to write this, that rent would be late, my cell phone would get disconnected and I would have to risk losing the only thing that I wanted.  It took me a few days to figure out how to structure this book, but once I started writing, I felt possessed.  I've never felt anything like that in my life.  For the entire time I was composing the first draft, my mind would not stop racing.  The only analogy I can think of, is that it felt like someone had downloaded too much information into my brain and the only way that I could get it out was to type, very slowly.  For a little over a week, I had no other thoughts except for this book.  The day I woke up with a clear head, is the day I knew that I was going to finish the first draft.  If this is how Love usually gets people to write these stories, I can see how some of the writers in the past may have felt like Love was speaking to them or through them.  I'm not bold enough to make that claim but it would make what happened next less of a coincidence.

I finished the first draft on Thursday December 1st, which meant rent was now due but I had no work scheduled and my cellphone had been disconnected.  Luckily, I was staying with my best friend, let's call her Elaine.  She has been very understanding throughout this process.  Her man, not so much, especially when the first came around and rent was due.  I'm not quite sure what time of day I finished on Thursday, but I remember I slept very soundly that night.  I woke up Friday feeling like myself again for the first time in over a week, but I was drained.  I didn't feel like doing anything but watching tv and sleeping on Friday.  I knew I needed to do something but if I went back to my normal job, I would never finish this book.  I only work about a third of a month but I travel for work.  Usually, I work ten to twelve consecutive days in a